I think it’s about time for me to get back to Seattle. My brain keeps playing the title track off of “Trick of the Tail”, and I’m pretty sure that the Fabulous Beast in the song is me, and the distant City of Gold is Seattle.
I grew up here, it’s a charming (albeit run-down) place, but I don’t think I belong here any more.
You can’t go home again. -Thomas Wolfe
No man ever steps in the same river twice. -Heraclitus
Which apparently is making the point that both the river, and the person, are constantly changing – I think in this case it’s me who’s changed a lot more than New Orleans.
Whenever I go to my home town, or when I used to go to my mom’s place, neither of them feels like ‘home,’ more just places of varying levels of familiarity. There are some good parts, but they’re not where I am now. A good comparison, but not who and what I am now.